Whose role is it anyway?

Saturday, February 11, 2017

FADE IN:INT. BEDROOM. APARTMENT - NIGHTMIKE frantically fingers the contents of his wallet.MIKEWhere is that business card?He holds his wallet upside down, watching the waterfall of its contents cascade to his unmade bed.MIKEIt was blue.For the next half hour he inspects each item, discarding the unnecessary. Still, no blue business card. Despondent, he falls onto his bed; the loss of the card summing up his chaotic life.MIKEThink, Mike. Think.He closes his eyes and concentrates. The first three numbers lept before him as he'd studied her telephone number countless times. But the last four...as a child repeats the alphabet to reach an elusive letter, so he tried with numbers.MIKEOne, two, three... Three!Scrambling for a notepad, he proceeds until seven digits stared back at him; the telephone number he could swear he'd had all along. His digital clock blares eleven o'clock.MIKEIt's pretty late. (pumping himself)It's now or never!As he dials, he visualizes the tall, slender blonde in her slinky, red dress, flirting over a martini.MIKEBut I'm not in her league.While the phone rings, he reminds himself that he wasn't half bad looking, and women even commented on how his glasses made him look just as adorable as Clark Kent.MIKEJust as clumsy, too.A woman answers the phone.WOMAN (OFFSCREEN)Hello?MIKEHello? Danielle?DANIELLE (OS)Yes?MIKEUm. This is Mike. You may not remember...DANIELLE (OS)(surprised)I didn't think you'd ever call, Mike.MIKE(spirits soaring)Would you like to go out for dinner?You would? I mean, Saturday? Seven thirty?Sure, I know where it is. Terrific! See youthen. Good night, Danielle.He dances victoriously around the bedroom, then collapses onto his bed, soon falling asleep.SEVERAL DAYS LATERMike rushes haphazardly, changing his Hanes underwear at least a dozen times. He would be late if he didn't step up his already frenetic pace.INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHTMike follows the maitre d' who escorts him to a cozy table in the dimly lit corner at which sits a lovely, bespectacled young woman.DANIELLE(adjusting her glasses)Mike?MIKE(mimics her)Danielle?While the excitement and anticipation hisses from his ego, Danielle grins.DANIELLESeems there's been a little mistake.Her embracing smile emphasizes her gentleness and sweet face.DANIELLEIt doesn't mean we can't make the best of it.What do you think?MIKE(grins sheepishly)Sure.After ordering, then pouring the wine, he slowly shares what had happened. Danielle's LAUGHTER, both comforting and lilting, eases his self-consciousness. The hours fly by. When they realize they're the last couple in the restaurant, they exchange warm glances.MIKEI'd love to see you again.DANIELLEI would too, Mike, but under one condition.MIKEWhat's that?DANIELLE(holding his hands)You give me your telephone number.MIKE(chuckles)Agreed.INT./EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHTAs they walk into the crisp spring night, DANIELLE's tresses bounce in sync with Mike's newfound spring in his step.MIKE(to himself, glancing at the stars)Am I glad I lost that business card!FADE TO BLACK**written by petra michelle (2/16/08)**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/

Thursday, January 26, 2017

FADE IN:EXT. CLOUD. HEAVEN - DAYGOD and a male ANGEL are relaxing and sharing a bowl of popcorn; enjoying film images on a row of small clouds before them.GODThis is my favorite part.INSERT IMAGE: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are on their horses jumping off the cliff into a river.ANGELMy favorite too.(reads the cloud guide)Looks like there's a marathon today.GODWhat's next?ANGELThe Sting.Engrossed, CRUNCHING popcorn and gun SHOTS break the silence.ANGELThey had a full-proof code which helped them get away with the heist.GODAh.A sublime sunset engulfs them; they, too absorbed to notice it and the time.ANGELYou've seen it all, haven't you?GOD Not Hombre.The Angel smiles.GODThe hypocricies and prejudices!ANGELA fair protrait.As they begin to reveal themselves, the Angel savors the stars' brilliance, then returns to the guide.ANGELThere's a few more in the marathon? Do you have the time?GODI sure could use the day off.(beams)Elizabeth Taylor.ANGELA Cat on the Hot Tin Roof.(turns to God)Are you sure you should be watching these?GODAre you suggesting I watch PG-13?ANGEL(embarrassed)No, of course not.(returns to images)The Verdict!GODI haven't seen it.ANGELIt's about a heavy drinking, down-on-his lucklawyer who makes a come back.GODGood for him.(glancing at the next cloud)Hud?ANGELThe man with the barbed wire soul.GODHmmm.(rises)I see we're out of popcorn. I'll make dinner.

The Angel watches the serene figure admiringly as He carefully prepares their meal. Upon His return,ANGELGod, thanks for having given me a such ablessed life.GODI'd say it was the other way around, Paul.(sits)What's next?PAULAbsence of Malice.FADE TO BLACKOriginally published 10/03/08**written by petra michelle**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

FADE IN:FREDERICK LOREN, and his wife, ANNABELLE, have invited several GUESTS to spend the night in their old mansion situated atop a hill.EXT. OLD MANSION - NIGHTEach guest arrives at the desolate mansion in a limousine provided by Mr. Loren and are attended to by his BUTLER.INT. FOYER. MANSION - NIGHTBUTLERGood evening, Sir. Mr. Loren will be with you shortly.FRANKENSTEIN passes him, GRUNTING.BUTLERGood evening, Mr. and Mrs. Addams.INT. SITTING ROOM. MANSION - NIGHTMORTICIA and GOMEZ ADDAMS join Frankenstein who bends over to kiss Morticia's extended hand, then shakes Gomez's hand and offers a cigar.GOMEZWhat's the old boy up to?Frankenstein GRUNTS, shaking his head as he lights Gomez's cigar.MORTICIAIt's all very mysterious, cherie.As Gomez is about to smother her arm in kisses, the doorbell HOLLERS, distracting him. The threesome's glances follow the butler as he opens the door.BUTLERGood evening, Count.As Gomez steps towards Dracula,GOMEZYou're looking well, Count.DRACULAThank you. Where is your beautiful wife?Gracefully walking towards him,MORTICIADear Count.As she extends her hand, Dracula eyes her neck. All are once again distracted by the doorbell.BUTLERGood evening, Madam.ELVIRA embraces Morticia as each air kiss one another.ELVIRAWhatever Frederick is up to, it's fabulous to see you all.DRACULAYou're looking more lovely than ever, my dear.Dracula salivates as he glances between Elvira's and Morticia's necks.Looking dashing and stunning, Frederick and Annabelle suddenly appear.FREDERICKHow gracious of you for coming tonight.GOMEZDon't give it a thought, my friend. But what is the occasion?You're famous for your tricks, old chap.FREDERICKI'm happy to announce Annabelle's birthday.The group offer her hugs, kisses, and best wishes. As they do, Frederick steps towards the light switch unnoticed, and shuts off the lights.In the darkness, a SCREAM and a THUMP are heard. Frederick switches the lights on. Dracula's fangs drip with blood.FREDERICKWhat have you done, Count?He rushes to Annabelle squirming on the floor, her hand covered with blood trying to soothe the bite on her neck.DRACULAWhat you told me to do. To bite Annabelle.Everyone turns to Frederick questioningly. As he assists Annabelle to her feet and tends to her wound,FREDERICKNo, no, no, dear Count. I told you to sing to Annabelle.DRACULAI do not sing. I bite.ANNABELLE(crying)I am a lady of darkness now.ELVIRAI beg your pardon, Annabelle, but I am the lady of darkness.MORTICIAMon ami, you are mistaken for it is I, the lady of darkness.Once again, the lights go out. A spotlight flashes on Frederick.FREDERICKFor you, my darling. Happy birthday.Frankenstein appears on a makeshift stage in a yellow, sequined jacket and black sequined pants holding a cane. As he clumsily dances, he belts out "Puttin on the Ritz." Annabelle thoroughly enjoys his performance, blowing him a kiss. He nearly stumbles offstage as Morticia and Elvira, dressed as Flappers, sing "All That Jazz," dancing on and around their chair props. Annabelle CLAPS enthusiastically.Gomez then appears and recites quite eloquently, Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "Annabel Lee."Last, Dracula appears adorned in a red and black cape.DRACULAFor this act, I will need your assistance, dearest Annabelle.Annabelle joins him exuberantly.DRACULAWith one swoop of my cape, I will make Annabelle disappear. On the count of three...one, two, three.Dracula covers Annabelle with his cape and to everyone's delight, Annabelle disappears.FREDERICKBravo, Count!MORTICIABut where did she go?As everyone surrounds Dracula in curious search of Annabelle, he disappears in a ball of smoke. The stunned group blinks at the stain on the floor and exchange concerned glances.FREDERICKHe has abducted her!As he rushes to the door,FREDERICKI will search high and low. Use all of my resources.Do anything to find her. If it takes forever!INT. DINING QUARTERS. SHIP TO TRANSYLVANIA - NIGHTDRACULAAre you comfortable, dearest Annabelle?ANNABELLEYes, I am, Count. But where are we going?DRACULAHome.ANNABELLE(sighs)There's no place like home.DIRECTORCut! This is not the Wizard of Oz!To the director,ANNABELLEAnd this is House on Haunted Hill?FADE TO BLACK**written by petra michelle**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

FADE IN:INT. LOG CABIN. PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS - THANKSGIVING DAYA FAMILY of six are gathered around the dining table adorned with the cornucopia of Thanksgiving dinner.Anticipant as the grandfather clock CHIMES three o'clock,MOTHERHe'll be here.FATHERHe's late, Dorah.DORAHWe won't start without him, Luther.LUTHER(firmly)He'd be the first to understand.As Luther begins carving the turkey, Dorah lets out a SIGH. Their DAUGHTER clasps her hand reassuringly.DAUGHTERHe's been here every Thanksgiving, dad.Luther stops carving with the KNOCK at the door.GRANDSONHe's here!He and his sister run out of the dining room and return holding the hands of Native American, MASSASOIT.All surround him excitedly and guide him to his place at the table.GRANDDAUGHTERWe saved your chair, Great Sachem.Massasoit nods, smiling. As he sits, he retrieves the ceremonial pipe from his pouch, then lights it. After inhaling, he passes it to Luther who then passes it to Dorah. She respectfully inhales and returns it to Massasoit. After snuffing the pipe, Massasoit sets it adjacent to his place setting. Ritualistically, each extends and holds the other's hand, heads bowed.DORAHWe give thanks today for Your eternal bounty.ALL(in unison)Amen.MASSASOITAho.FADE TO BLACKHappy Thanksgiving!**written by petra michelle (11/21/00)**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

FADE IN:INT. MILLINERY SHOP. EARLY 1900's PARIS - DAYIn the workroom of her shop, COCO CHANEL painstakingly creates an evening gown by hand; each stitch a labor of love. Her ASSISTANT appears.ASSISTANTA very important patron is here to see you.Coco abandons the gown to tend to this mysterious patron. As she approaches a lovely NOBLEWOMAN,COCOAh, Madam Godiva. Bonjour. How may I assist you?LADY GODIVA (fully clothed)Bonjour Coco. I need something verydifferent for a special occasion.COCOOf course. What is the occasion? A ball,the theatre...LADY GODIVAI'm to ride on a horse naked through themarketplace of my realm...for a very worthycause of course.COCO(taken aback)To be naked, it must be. LADY GODIVAIsn't it wicked?

COCO(shakes her head)But Madam, I clothe, not unclothe.LADY GODIVAThere must be something you can do.Coco ponders her dilemma earnestly and sincerely. Her glance falls on a stack of pretty boxes. She rushes to the stack, scoops up a box, then returns.COCOMay I make a suggestion?LADY GODIVAYes, of course.COCOGive these to the people as you ride passed.You will have pleasedthose you shock.LADY GODIVA(perplexed)With chocolates?COCOGodivas, Madam.You will be the crown jewel.LADY GODIVAYes, I see. I shall be as tempting as chocolate.COCOChampagne to celebrate?LADY GODIVAThank you.As they sip champagne and share another box of Godivas,COCOMadam, may I ask? What is this cause?LADY GODIVATo lower my people's taxes.COCO(nods)A very noble cause. But why naked?LADY GODIVAIt was my husband's idea. He said he wouldlower themif I rode...COCOYour husband. (reaches behind her)Here's another box of Godivas, just for him.FADE TO BLACK**written by petra michelle, 9/19/08**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com

Thursday, July 9, 2015

FADE IN:EXT. FOOT OF HILL - DAYJACK and JILL climbed up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown... Lying on the grass, distorted images of trees beneath the sky come into view as Jack slowly opens his eyes.JILLJack, can you hear me?Gingerly touching his bruised head, Jack sits up.JACKWhat happened?JILLYou broke your crown again.JACKMy crown? I do not wear a crown.Studying his clothing, then feeling his face,JACKWhere's my mask? And my cape?JILLMask? Cape? That was some fall, Jack.JACKHave we had the pleasure of meeting, Senorita?JILLWell, we've only climbed that hill fetching watertogether for what seems like an eternity.JACKFetch water? Me?JILLJack...JACKAnd why do you insist on calling me Jack? I amDon Juan deMarco.JILLWho?As he stands upright,JACKThe greatest lover in the world.JILL(rolling her eyes)If we don't fetch the water, we'll be sacked. Notnow, of all times.JACKMy dear Senorita. You must not fret.JILLIt takes more than love to pay the bills.JACKSo young and so cynical. Do not underestimatethe power of love. And, it just so happens--I am rich.JILLAnd where, prey tell, is the money?JACKOn the other side of the hill.JILLFine. Let's go.Jack and Jill climbed up the hill to fetch deMarco's money. Jack fell down and broke his crown... Moaning, Jack lies in a stupor.JILLJack?(no answer)Mr. deMarco?JACKWho?JILLJames Bond.JACKNo.JILLRobin Hood.JACKNo.Jill guides him over the hill by the hand. As they disappear,JILL (OS)The King of England.JACK (OS)Yes. Yes. Yes.FADE TO BLACK**written by petra michelle, 3/21/09**http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/